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Saito swallowed, and Arthur could see the nervousness he felt. Arthur couldn't help but get some sort of satisfaction from that.

"Mr Cobb," he stammered. "I'm afraid…I need to deal with Eames."

Cobb shook his head. "No you don't. You're gonna leave, and you're gonna leave right now. Understand?"

Saito's hand fell from his pocket. "Look around you Cobb, either I do my business, or you and your two little followers here can go straight to hell."

Cobb smirked ever-so-slightly, the kind of smirk that would sent shivers up Arthur's spine. "Ah, Saito. That's a shame. 'Cause I've got around 5 men out there, guns loaded, just waiting for some action." He smiled again. "I can't deny them the satisfaction of blowing your head off."

Arthur looked at Cobb, unsure of whether he was lying or not. That was one of the feature that made him a good mobster. They're all brilliant liars.

Saito's hand hovered over his hidden holster. "That's a risk that I'm going to have to take."

"Try it," Cobb hissed.

Saito rolled his eyes. Risky move, Arthur thought to himself.

"Look Mr Cobb, either you leave and let me get on with my business, or I'll have to take action."

Cobb snorted. "Action? You sound like a fuckin' kid. Why don't you run back home and let the men have their drinks."

Saito frowned, clicked his fingers and within a split second, everyone had moved. Eames was suddenly by Cobb, gun in the air, defending their boss. Arthur turned around and stiffened. He watched as some bastard grabbed the nearest person and held them tightly by the neck, gun to their head. Arthur's hand tightened around his gun when he saw it was Ariadne.

"Leave now, Cobb," Saito demanded.

"This is our spot, you leave," Cobb snapped in return.

Arthur couldn't rip his eyes away as he watched Ariadne struggle under the man's tight grip. They made quick eye contact before a small whimper of pain escaped her lips. Arthur felt this strange feeling in his chest as he watched Ariadne panic.

"Let her go," he snapped. "What does she have to do with this?"

"When I get angry, people get hurt," Saito spat.

"I'm not going to say it again Saito, let her go or I'll blow your fucking brains out," Arthur growled in retaliation.

"Leave or innocent people start getting hurt."

Arthur looked at Cobb. "Cobb, let's just go, it's not worth the fight."

Cobb stared at Arthur. For a moment before turning his attention back to Saito. "Don't start something with me Saito."

"Cobb, let's go," Arthur repeated.

"Shut up, Arthur," Cobb snapped. Arthur swallowed and tried to keep his gun steady.

"Very well, you leave me no choice," Saito muttered. "…Kill them."

Arthur pushed himself against the nearest wall as the sound of shattered glass and gunshots filled the air. Pulling back the safety on his gun, he shot back up and started taking aim. His inner fighter was taking mental notes of various positions, how many there were, who to shoot, but his inner Arthur was taking a mental note of how many innocent people there were around them, trying to avoid shooting the wrong person, and more importantly, where Ariadne was.

He could only assume that Cobb was lying about the others, since there seemed to be no sign of any help. Help that they really could have used in that situation. He took aim and fired at an attacker, feeling the satisfaction rise up in him as the man fell to the ground. He looked over at Eames and Cobb, who were also in mid-shoot, both as calm as ever. Arthur envied them.

The noise was unbearable. Arthur often had nightmares about gunshots and screams that would wake him up in the middle of the night. The real thing always seemed so much worse. This was real, and although he would never admit it, Arthur was scared. He could get shot, or killed at any moment. But at the same time it gave him some sort of sick adrenaline.

He hated that fact that he liked shooting the bad guys.

"Arthur! Let's go!" Eames yelled, pushing Cobb towards the door. Arthur shot again, sending another attacker down to the floor.

He looked at the exit for a moment, but he found himself rooted to the spot. "Not without her!" He gave Eames on more quick glance. "I'll meet you out front!"

"Arthur!" Arthur didn't stay to hear Eames any more. He ran back into the panicked crowd. He could feel his heart pounding insanely loudly. Arthur moved across the room quickly, his eyes scanning every person. He looked over and stiffened. The same man was still holding Ariadne, who was now completely panicked. Arthur felt his fist curl by his side and he started pushing though people. He ran up behind the guy and pulled back his shoulder roughly.

"Fuck you," he muttered, connecting his fist with the man's jaw with a sickening crack. Arthur watched as he fell to the ground. He looked over and saw Ariadne on the ground. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up, before realised that she was indeed, unconscious.

Right then, he decided to make the most dangerous choice he had ever made.

"Don't worry, I'm getting you out of here."